The Academy’s Undercover Professor – 73



◈ Episode 73 Back Alley Meeting (2)

The room was filled with heavy silence.

“What on earth are you doing now…?”

Violetta’s voice trembled as if she couldn’t believe what I said.

The rest had similar reactions.

Not only did he not say it out loud but he clearly showed signs of displeasure.

no. Beyond that I felt murderous intent.

In Pinion’s case his lips were twitching and if you touched him he seemed ready to spit out a double curse.

‘older brother. ‘What are we going to do now?’

Hans who was standing behind me gave me an urgent signal and asked:

He also seemed quite taken aback by what I said.

No problem. Did they think I was here to have a peaceful discussion?

If so it is time to correct that illusion.

“I think you misheard so let me tell you just one more time. “Everyone come under me.”

Such arrogant words.

The one who openly rejected it was Violetta who led the Black Rose Women.

“It’s disgusting.”

She didn’t hide her feelings and shot them at me like an arrow.

“I thought something would be different since they said they would get rid of the enemy society and still have dialogue. “You and the enemy society are the same.”

“It’s the same?”

“Aren’t you saying that you are trying to press this side with force and bend it to suit your taste?”

“Did it look like that?”

“What?”

I know what they are worried about.

Of course I am not demanding unconditional obedience from them.

“You all run a business.”

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They all maintain their own businesses.

Because it is an organization money is essential and of course they must make money to the extent they can.

However the enemy society was in full control of the things that were the biggest source of money.

All the remaining three organizations can make is money which is nothing more than the dregs of capital.

so.

“Don’t you want to make more money?”

They make a proposal that they cannot help but be tempted by.

“A lot of money?”

“What are you saying all of a sudden?”

Of course the response that comes back is full of questions.

okay. I understand. You might be embarrassed because you brought up business out of nowhere.

I decided to kindly explain.

“This side has eliminated the enemy society and has taken control of many of the businesses they occupied but to be honest there are realistic limits to operating all of them. “There are fewer numbers here.”

I flinch.

When we openly mentioned our weaknesses Hans reacted with shock.

He must have been trying desperately to hide this fact from other organizations. Our numbers are still far short.

But in times like this it’s easier to just play it cool.

They won’t be able to refuse it anyway.

“Our organization is not yet large. As a result there will inevitably be areas that are untouched. So I will hand over the business to you.”

Hand over the place of business.

He said that he would simply hand over what the enemy society had made as its own and was protecting with great care.

They will feel wary before surprise and admiration.

In fact the reaction was like that.

Mastella asked with a suspicious look.

“What are you planning?”

I shrugged my shoulders.

“There is no ulterior motive. Didn’t I tell you? “I want you to come under me.”

“Are you saying that instead of going under your wing I will be given a part of your business?”

“You don’t have to come in if you don’t want to. Still let’s hand over the place of business. Things I don’t need anyway. “How you use it is entirely up to you.”

“…I don’t understand. “What do you want?”

By this time they must have realized that I had a purpose.

They told you to come downstairs and even if you don’t come in you will be handed over the place of business.

At this point I can’t help but feel something beyond doubt.

“As you know it is difficult for me to be active right now.”

If I tried to act as James Moriarty the Empire’s security services would probably move in and try to catch me.

That detective too didn’t want any troublesome flies to attract him.

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However I didn’t want to go as far as making meaningless enemies.

“I don’t want useless disputes.”

“Huh. “Is this what the person who eliminated the enemy society said?”

“It was necessary to get rid of them. If I had left it alone it would have caused problems in some way. “You should at least cut off the unclean buds.”

“…I don’t think this is something you would say if you were trying to start a war in the Kingdom of Delica.”

Violetta said sarcastically.

I lightly shrugged my shoulders.

“If you don’t want to believe it you don’t have to believe it. However I would like to hear the answer here. Will you join hands with me or will we just go separate ways? Of course there is no coercion.”

Even if you don’t join hands with me you will receive a place of business. They have nothing to lose.

The leaders exchanged glances with each other.

You’re probably weighing whether what I say is true and whether it’s really a good idea to join hands with me.

“Hmm. “Can we find out exactly what that business is?”

Pinion cleared his throat and asked that.

“Pinion. “What are you doing now?”

“Don’t meddle Violetta. To begin with our Circus was short on funds. “You should do anything to make money.”

“This snob…!”

“hey. Let’s get it straight. “This is what ultimately matters in this world.”

Pinion made the shape of money with his hands and waved it from side to side.

“In the end we are nothing without this money. Don’t people who are looked down on have at least money to live like human beings in this world? “You who value recognition sisterhood and other things may not understand.”

“you….”

“Anyway did you say it was that Moriarty guy? “If it’s a profitable business we welcome it with open arms.”

Although Pinion said so he did not completely believe it.

“Of course I would like to hear in advance what the business is. No matter how dangerous it is it’s okay right? “Don’t feel bad.”

“I understand.”

I nodded.

I can understand Pinion’s attitude. He has a disability called dwarfism.

And the organization he leads is a circus troupe made up of people with similar disabilities.

There is a saying called ‘freak show’.

A show that brings together deformed people turns them into a spectacle and makes money through a circus.

In fact freak shows were popular in Europe around the 18th century when human rights did not exist.

‘In Europe until the 20th century there was a history of putting animals of different races in zoos and looking at them.’

This circus run by Pinion is also based on this freak show.

‘The only difference is that the leader himself has a disability.’

Pinion is not simply trying to take advantage of people with disabilities in similar situations.

They only made this choice because they couldn’t survive without at least doing a freak show.

“I promise. “I will never do anything that would put you in danger.”

“…Huh. “Is this just talk or is it real?”

Pinion’s eyes widened as if he was surprised that I was saying this.

“So can you tell me a little bit about what exactly the business is?”

“Of course Captain Pinion. “Do you know what kind of entertainment nobles enjoy?”

“Well that’s it… I enjoy opera and music.”

What is commonly called opera is the main culture of today’s aristocrats. Not only nobles but also rich people enjoy this.

A magnificent story of gods and heroes.

Boring and old-fashioned stories originating from the tragedies of the ancient kingdom.

“But why are you asking that? Surely our Circus won’t say we can do that?”

“no way. “Isn’t what the nobles are enjoying now too old-fashioned?”

“oh. “I think I can communicate well with you for the first time.”

“My recommendation goes further than that.”

“Higher than that?”

“It’s more flashy. “It’s more fun.”

Pinion didn’t seem to understand what I was saying.

That’s natural.

What I am about to introduce to people today is probably a fairly unfamiliar word.

“Do you know it’s a musical?”

“Musie… Curl?”

A spectacular performance combining song dance and theater.

It’s lighter more vibrant and freer than opera so it’s the method that suits them best.

“It is a story that is joyfully expressed through the appropriate mix of theater and song with gorgeous stage lighting and dance.”

“How is that different from what nobles enjoy?”

“It’s more free. There is no need to just sing. The important thing is harmony. And I can dance too.”

“…is that what we’re doing?”

“okay.”

I remembered my first time coming to Lederbelk and walking around the city.

People singing and dancing on the streets and doing something commonly called busking.

There is music and dance in this world. There is a stage and a musical theater.

That’s why I seriously considered the existence of musicals.

For them it would be a new genre of culture and art.

“Now you think that’s going to work?”

“okay.”

And the reason I am sure of this is because history tells us.

Looking at the development of culture in this era the emergence of musicals will happen someday anyway.

Although it is not present now there is a high possibility that it will appear within at least 10 years.

In other words what I am doing is not creating something out of nothing.

All I had to do was to make the already planted seeds sprout earlier.

“Are you interested?”

“Hmm. “I’m not sure yet.”

“Don’t worry about that. “Let me show you the materials I have prepared.”

There will definitely be resistance at first. There will be people who look down on it and say it is low-class.

However as is the case with the flow of history the emergence of popular culture is not something that a few vested interests can prevent.

I took out the script book I had prepared in advance and handed it to Pinion.

Pinion quickly took it and quickly scanned the contents.

The sound of pages turning ended and Pinion spoke.

“It seems clear that they have a clear vision. Let’s do our best.”

Those words were practically a declaration that he would hold my hand.

“That’s surprising.”

Mastella and Deon the heads of the Old Kids stared at me with slightly disbelief.

Did they think I would suppress them with my power and charisma?

I fully expected to be treated that way at the time when I had blatantly destroyed the enemy society.

“What on earth do you want here Mr. Moriarty?”

“change.”

I answered without hesitation.

The perception of the industrial zone and Poseys Street where most of the common people lived was not very good.

A neglected and abandoned area in the city. Of course the only places people who live here go are the exhaust-filled factories in the industrial complex.

Hard labor of over 18 hours a day. A dull gray world without any joy. To a dark future.

I want to change that.

“I want change.”

If we do that Poseys Street where the common people live will become Lederbelk’s Broadway.

And of course the first place to start is the people gathered here.

The first work… yeah.

Lederbelk’s “West Side Story” would be good.

“There are no more old alleys. Now this place is changing. “A place where people can live not a dark damp place.”

We cannot forever separate levels and divide classes.

What they need to see is not a muddy mess of dirty rotten water.

People.

You have to live looking up at the sky.

“I will help you.”

What I give them is not just something simple like money or a place to work.

I decided to give them hope.

And it will seem like the sweetest fruit to those gathered here.

“Of course we can advise business ideas that are suitable for other organizations besides Circus.”

Violetta and Mastella’s gaze contained a strange desire.

“Are you serious about listening to me now?”